Boorman, a filmmaker who always sought to move through his narratives visually without much guiding dialogue finally strips it all away to create pure id cinema. Two guys with no understanding of one another forced to speak in furious grunts and deliberate eye movements, their desperation dipping into surrealistic flourishes. Boorman never gave a shit if you liked what he was laying down. He just had to do it. This one benefits so much from being thrown in the deep end from the outset. Strong work from one of our best. (BJS)
"I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
And the thunder of a drum in his ears
I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
Lookin' down upon the rim of the world
He's there all alone and dreamin' of someone like me
I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl..."
Secret Handshake Spine #43: Walter Hill's rock and roll action cinema fever dream.
Fifty-plus years into possibly the most storied career in American filmmaking, Spielberg provides a melancholy kaleidoscope through which you're supposed to now view a body of work you've probably already watched a million times over. Sure, the child of divorce stories were already well-trotted territory when discussing CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, and the Peter Pan Syndrome literalized in the (godawful) HOOK. Plus, there's confrontations with his own Judaism in both SCHINDLER'S LIST and MUNICH. Yet THE FABELMANS seems hellbent on not only…